rode my horse into the sala rossa noise show—
lemon yellow crop top, bumble bee stockings
a thirst for blood reimaged as gentle dancing
haltering hordes bellow for more discordant jazz
i refill my glass with a pabst from my pocket
on stage a woman in polite dress crafts crackling synths
by hovering cups of black ichor above a pad of LEDs
some trick in plain sight, a veil between us
my mare mane-thrashes to the sputtering beat
& her neck whips in ways which look sickening
but which carefully exercise fascia
& excise anthropogenic haunting
from horse-body and woman-body at once.
thrumming young foals mosh until sideways
in an act of non-hierarchical cacophony-magick.
pegasus metanoia overtakes all sinners’ souls
& closes mammalian gaps of “History.”
in 340bpm
my hair grows down to my ass
my muscles bulk in equine image
& my soul returns to Lisa Frank Heaven
rainbow girls & horse girls & special stars
empty their crayons to the floor
mash their hooves in the wax of creation
unmaking & remaking a messy forever.
Gwen Aube’s Missed Connections with Tall Girls (2026, LittlePuss Press) is a finalist for the Writers’ Trust Dayne Ogilvie Prize. She was a finalist for a PEN Canada award and a scholarship recipient to the Jack Kerouac School. She lives on other people’s couches, beds, and floors, usually in Montreal.
